Genetic Ascension Chapter 1939: Die

Just as Sylas was about to step out of his Hibernation realm, his gaze flickered and landed on Gogo and the enormous cocoon he had beco trapped in.

It didn't take long for Sylas to understand what was happening. His Vipermancy quite literally gave him a nigh omnipotent understanding of most Serpentes, and that was doubly so for his own Contract.

'He's taken the last step on his own...'

But what really intrigued Sylas was the fact that given just how fast the recovery acceleration of the Hibernation Realm was by now, the fact that Gogo still hadn't burst out of the cocoon was... interesting.

Granted, the speed was less so for E-tiers than it was for F-tiers. But even so...

A shadow caught Sylas' attention and Nosphaleen appeared before him. She looked up at him a bit curiously and then smiled.

"Will you take out?" she asked.

Sylas was a bit taken aback by her question. Usually, Nosphaleen didn't ask for much of anything.

After a while, he nodded. "Okay."

Her smile brightened and she found her place by Sylas' side.

A chuckle echoed in Sylas' ears. "A sryx? You are quite lucky, boy. They are very rare and I've heard their won taste excellent."

It was clear that the Hydra wasn't talking about at at all. Or maybe he was.

The pervy grin was practically plastered all over Sylas' internal senses. And just as Sylas was about to directly ignore the Hydra, there was a shift within him.

"Oh? What's that?" the Hydra suddenly began to laugh. "Would you look at that, would you look at that? A Lust Seed? This is quite useful to ."

Sylas' steps paused and he stilled. He could feel the intent of the Hydra.

Just now, his Lust Seed had been provoked, but it wasn't because of himself. It was because it sensed the Lust of the Hydra itself and reacted to it as though it was Sylas.

The Hydra thought it could take advantage of this. After seeing the last few series of events, it didn't much like how things were going. But if it could poke and prod at these Seeds to force Sylas to react to deal with them, that could give him more leverage.

Ever since Cassarae demanded Sylas find another thod of expelling the impurities in his body, Sylas hadn't thought of the Lust Seed much. Honestly, Sylas didn't think of the Gluttony Seed much either.

Their ability to improve his telekinesis was much more limited the more powerful he beca. Unless he increased their strength proportionally, there was only so much they could help.

Plus, the power of Sylas' True Pride Seed was on a level of its own. It made them pale in comparison.

But that didn't an that these Seeds weren't powerful deterrences. They just never bothered Sylas because his Pride was too great and suppressed them.

If they got help from the Hydra, though, that was another matter entirely.

"Are you sure?" Sylas spoke slowly as though he was speaking to no one but himself.

Nosphaleen blinked and looked at him, but quickly realized that Sylas wasn't speaking to her. A hint of worry flickered in her eyes. What was going on?

"Are you threatening ?" the grin of an infinite number of heads flashed in Sylas' mind.

"Yes." Sylas said coldly.

The Hydra didn't seem to expect this response at all. It was inside of Sylas' body, and if it really, really wanted to, there were any number of things it could do to completely ruin Sylas' day—and that was a severe understatent.

Sylas seed prepared to et him there, though. He wasn't even flinching.

There was no one closer to Sylas' inner thoughts right now than the Hydra. While it couldn't exactly read Sylas' thoughts, Sylas' emotions and vague intentions were clear enough to it.

Sylas didn't fear it at all.

The laughter of the Hydra ca out far darker this ti. It had just watched Sylas do sothing no Mortal should ever be capable of. There were very few Gods capable of it in the first place, if any at all.

It was aware of its own holes in logical reason and mory right now, but because it was aware of it, it knew to hedge and overestimate Sylas as much as possible to cover what ground he might be missing.

It comprehended that Sylas was a great danger. If Sylas really grew to the point that he could craft a new body as good or even better than his original one, then that would be a Sylas at a level of powerful he couldn't even begin to control in the first place.

In that case, it was better to just kill Sylas now, then.

"It seems we can't co to a working agreent if, even now, you have no understanding of your place until my belly. How arrogant would you beco in the future, then?"

"For a beast who's lost its body, was forced to watch its grand ambition digest in the belly of another, and is now trapped in the mind of a Mortal of the Mortal Realm, your stupidity still sohow astounds ."

The Hydra's laughter only beca more uproarious.

"You've only survived this long with in your mind because I've allowed it. I restrained my aura, and yet the slightest leak of it shattered everything you were. My voice alone broke you.

"You think that because you've managed to form a Demi-God level mind that you are now immune to ? You think that because you created a small little F-tier, mal-ford representation of what a true Hydra is that you could possibly stand on my equal footing?

"You, human, truly know how to overestimate yourself. I would rather die here than allow you to pretend any longer that you can speak to in such a way.

"But instead of that, I think I'll take the body of a Basilisk instead and lead it to greater heights.

"In the anti... Die."

The Hydra stopped restraining its aura and it growled.

Sylas' lips only had the chance to part slightly in what looked like a reply before his head exploded.

His corpse swayed and he leisurely fell back.